We just spent more and more time together. Started a serious of film nights. She prepared something to eat, I brought the wine. We even began to talk ...bout each others days. All that happened. But not over night. It took over a year. We realized it. But both had no problem with it. Think it through: A twenty five year old girl constantly hanging out with her forty seven year old father. It still sounds strange and wrong in my head. But it worked. Worked for us. It felt good. Made us happy.I was. Just the touch of the cool steel turnedher on, making her nipples harden ever so slightly. She'd slip each wrist into the cuffs, andburying her hands under her duvet she's close themuntil she heard that faint "click" telling her that she was trapped.She would have preferred to cuff her hands behind her back, but sharing withClaire made that impossible, too greater a risk of being caught, so she'd hadto settle for this. Even so, imperfect as it was, it was such aturn on to her, and quite often. While she went to go make Joni lunch for this afternoon she thought about all the things she'd love to change about herself. She though about how she could give herself fuller breasts again, and maybe even bigger than when she was pregnant with Joni."Maybe I could get rid of these gray hairs" she said to herself. " Maybe I could even get back into dating?" she boggled. Mary then had a sense of doubt, " NO, I could never leave my Joni for some, MAN."Later that afternoon, Joni came home to greet. With my heart pounding, I nervously said n--noo, why? Than Breanna came up and sat behind me on the couch, taking her hands around my waist and up my tank top raking her finger nails over my chest, whispering in my ear, because we are going to fuck your brains out! Breanna took off my tank top and threw it on the floor and tilted my head to her, putting her beautiful black tit into my mouth telling to satisfy me! With pleasure I took Breanna's tits and her hot black body into my mouth. While I.